Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot from Southern Vampire Mysteries or HBO True Blood, I only own my own character Vera Corvonic and the plot that I made up.

So this idea came to me when I started watching True Blood about a month ago, and I've only now decided to start writing it. This is my first ever Fanfic, so I would love for anyone to review and critique my work :)

I had wanted to spend a night alone with my almost fiancé (I knew he was going to propose to me soon, he had made it very clear in his actions) out clubbing and dancing, but it seemed fate decided to bless me with a curse. A curse that would change my life in more ways that I can imagine.

It all started when we arrived home at just after eleven pm.

Jake (my boyfriend and soon-to-be fiancé) walked off to get himself a beer and whatever else guys prepared for themselves, even though he already had had a couple of drinks before, whereas I had non-alcoholic drinks because one of us had to drive home, I wasn't one to drink much anyway, and just as I set my purse down on the table his cell rang out that he had received a text.

Picking up his phone, I sat on the couch and opened the message, expecting it to be from his work or one of his family members. What I didn't expect was a message from another girl that read:

Hey hun, you finished your date with that blond human yet? I don't know why you're even with her still, I can offer you much more, and you know that.

Call me back once you receive this message.

From Cass, your dearly beloved vampire lover.

Frozen, I stared at the phone in my hands, not knowing how to react.

Was this message even meant for Jake?

Yeah, it must have been sent to the wrong person, that's it, but when Jake came back, beer in hand, I suddenly stood up, his phone still in my mind.

"Do you know who sent this?" I asked, with a tone that said for him to answer truthfully, or else.

He took the phone from my hand and read the message, many emotions crossing his face. Happiness, worry, guilt, shame, the list could go on.

Clearing his throat contritely, Jake shook his head. "Nope, never heard of her." I didn't believe him.

Narrowing my eyes, I took down the mental barrier I always held up and read the thoughts crossing his mind. I always hated to do this, but I needed to know if he was telling the truth or just lying to my face.

"Shit, I should've kept my phone in my pocket. Now Vera knows about her and she'll be super mad at me. Why did it have to happen now?"

Shocked, I took a step back, my emotions quickly changing to anger.

"How DARE you lie to me!" I yelled at him. "When were you going to tell me about her? Or were you just never going to tell me?" I felt tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I blinked them back. I could cry later when this problem was resolved.

Jake seemed to regain his composure after my initial yelling, and he put his beer down on the table, anger in his eyes. "Cass is more a woman than you could ever be! And I was going to tell you tonight, in fact, but you just had to find out on your own."

Oh, so he was blaming me now, that selfless, arrogant ass.

My emotions were bubbling over the top and I couldn't replace my mental barriers even if I wanted to, and so his thoughts were bombarding my mind.

"Oh Cass, her sweet lips, dark, rich black hair, the way she looks at me like I'm something more than I have ever been."

Disgusted at his thoughts I whirled around and picked up my purse heading for the door.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jake yelled.

Glancing back, tears finally spilling down my cheeks, I glared at Jake. "We're over! Seeing as you love this Cass more than me, I'm leaving." Opening the door I stepped outside of the apartment, "I'll be back in a few days for my things, then you'll never see me again."

Slamming the door behind me, I stalked off to my silver Infiniti G376 Coupe given to me by my mother for my twenty first birthday.

She had saved up for years and surprised me with the gift, and I could never thank her enough for it.

Climbing in, I started the ignition and drove off at high speeds, going at least fifteen kilometers over the speed limit, but I didn't care.

Using a hand to dry my eyes, the back of it came away black with mascara, and I reached for a tissue in one of the compartments to wipe it all off.

Biting my lip as I drove to Bon Temps (where my mother lived), I let the tears flow freely down my face.

I had loved Jake with all my heart, and I thought he had loved me too, but apparently the lure of a vampire was more than what he could ever feel for me. So be it, if he didn't want me, I didn't want him.

That's what I repeated in my mind over and over again, trying to make myself believe those words, and failing miserably.

With my tear blurred vision, I almost missed the glowing red neon sign that read "Fangtasia".

Without even thinking about it, I slowed down and parked in the visitors' parking lot, before sitting in the seat silently, drying my eyes with another tissue.

After two minutes, I took in a deep breath and pulled out my mascara and a small hand mirror, before reapplying it and fixing up my natural platinum blond hair, letting it fall down in slight waves, the red and purple tips brushing against my back.

Turning off the engine, I grabbed my purse and exited the car, gently closing the door behind me. Whatever my emotions were, I could never take it out in my car.

Walking up to the front door, I waited patiently in the queue of five people before coming face to face with a blond who had a seriously bored expression on her face, like she'd rather be doing anything than standing there at that moment. She wore a tight fitting low-cut black dress with red lipstick on her face. Her skin was deathly pale and she seemed perfectly at ease with her surroundings. Most likely a vampire.

I watched as her eyes roamed along my body, from my head to my toes, before looking back up into my eyes, a smile on her face. "My, my, I haven't seen a human as delicious as you in a long time."

Unsure of what to say back, I hesitantly smiled, "uh, thanks?" It came out more as a question than I intended it to be, but I didn't care at that moment.

"Can I see your ID?" She queried, and I quickly fished in my purse for it and handing it to her.

"Never thought I'd be carded at a vampire bar," I said with a sly smile.

"I can no longer tell human ages," she replied, looking down at my ID card, "we must be careful we serve no minors, in any capacity."

Her eyes looked up from my card and back to me. "Twenty two huh? How sweet it is, just barely old enough to enter." She handed it back to me and I put it back in my purse.

I didn't reply as she stood aside for me to enter, her eyes never leaving my face.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I immediately spotted a bar and walked over to it, perching on one of the stools, before suddenly a man appeared before my eyes.

Stifling a shriek, I glared at the man, who was clearly a vampire, and who had a devious smile on his face, fangs protruding from his lips. He had long black hair that reached down to his shoulders and wore a black vest with no shirt. I could see many tattoos on his arms and chest.

"What would you like to have?" He asked, as if nothing had happened.

Feeling my heart beating madly in my chest, I took a moment to consider what I wanted. "Something strong please," I said, before looking around at the rest of the bar.

There were humans and vampires mixed with each other, all wearing black leather clothes and dancing freely to the music. I briefly let down my mental barrier and listened in on the thoughts of the people around me, and within seconds hurriedly put it back up, disgusted. All they were thinking of was sex, sex and sex.

I looked down at my own clothes and smiled. To any person walking in I would look as if I fit right in, as I had on my black skinny jeans, short sleeved and low cut shirt that reached down to just above my belly button, and my favorite black leather jacket that was partially unzipped. I was also wearing the silver ring on my index finger of my right hand that my father had given to me before he passed away when I had been sixteen. In all the events that had happened I had almost forgotten what I was wearing.

Almost as if something or someone was calling my name, I looked back up to see a man lounging, completely relaxed and at ease on what looked like a throne. He had golden blond hair that reached almost down to his shoulders, and crystal blue eyes that seemed to reflect the light. Many humans squabbled among themselves to get a picture taken of him or pleading him to bite them, but after just a few moments of watching him a voice distracted me.

"Here you go miss, one Bloody Mary with some Vodka," the vampire set the drink down in front of me, and I picked it up, first smelling it and then sipping a mouthful. It tasted strong, which was what I wanted, and I could feel it as it seemed to burn down my throat and into my stomach. I sighed in relief again, before turning around on my seat again to observe the rest of the bar, my eyes once more landing upon the vampire on the throne.

"This doesn't look like what I thought a vampire bar would be like," I muttered to myself, sipping on my drink again.

"It tends to get more authentic as the night wears on," a voice said behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder to see a vampire wearing dark gothic clothes with a skull tattoo on his bald head, grinning at me, fangs extended.

I wrinkled my nose slightly. "And who may you be?"

The vampire chuckled, and not in a good way, before leaning forward so his face was just inches from mine, a dark look on his face. I could see his fangs glimmer in the lights, and I tried to recoil, but an arm shot out to grab my shoulder, holding me in place.

He looked into my eyes and spoke in a deep and hypnotic voice. "My name is not of importance at this moment, you don't want to know what it is. What you do want to know is where you can have a good time, and I know a place not too far from this bar that we can go."

I blinked, staring into his eyes, a glare on my face. What did he think he was doing? Struggling to free myself from his grasp, I hissed at him. "I don't like your tone buddy, so release me this instant or you'll have hell to pay."

A shocked expression crossed the vampires face before he suddenly became very angry and lunged at me, pushing me against the bar, his hands painfully on my throat, tightening until I couldn't breathe.

Lifting up my hands to try and pull his own away from my throat, I felt a sudden electric current run through me before the vampire snarled in pain and was thrown backwards with a flash of white, hitting the wall about eight meters away.

Coughing harshly as I breathed in air once more through my bruised throat, I looked down at my hands, but they were completely normal. What had just happened?

Before I could do anything else, the vampire leaped at me with a snarl, but something jumped in front of me and pinned the man to the wall. It was the vampire that had been sitting on the throne just a moment ago. Along with that, the vampire bartender grabbed me from behind and hoisted me over the bar as easily as if I weighed like nothing, which to him, was most likely exactly the case. He held me tightly to his side, and I didn't try to move away as I looked at the two vampires.

"What is one of the most important rules while you are in my bar?" The blond vamp growled, his face inches from the others.

"…. To not harm or feed off of any humans," he replied in a strangled voice, as if he could barely get the words out, like he was being choked, which he probably was.

"Now leave before I tear your head off!"

I hadn't noticed before, but the bar had gone completely silent during the chaos, and as the bald vampire left, I hesitantly looked at the blond. His fangs were out, but when he saw me looking at him they disappeared and he looked around at the bar. "You may resume."

Almost as if by command, the music started back up again and everything resumed what they had been doing as if a vampire hadn't just tried to kill me moments before. I shook my head at the antics of the bar, wincing slightly as I felt a streak of pain around my throat.

The vampire holding me close to him loosened his grip as the blond vampire made his way over to us. They both shared silent looks and nods before he grabbed my hand (the left one) and led me away to the back of the bar, presumably to an office.

"Come," he said.

"Where are you taking me?" I said hoarsely, wincing at the pain of talking.

He smiled slyly, "to my office," and said nothing more.

I followed silently.

He closed the door behind us and motioned for me to sit down on the couch that stretched along the back wall of the office. I sat stiffly on one end, and he sat comfortably at the other, staring at me with open interest in his eyes, his golden blond hair framing his face.

"You wanted to talk to me?" I questioned in the same hoarse voice.

The blond vampire leaned against the back of the couch, raising his hands to clasp them together under his chin. "What are you?"

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"I said: what are you?"

"I know what you said, I just don't understand why you'd ask that. I'm clearly a human."

He laughed. "No, I saw what you did to that vampire. Light came out of your hands and he went flying. How did you do that?"

I stared down at my hands, "I don't know," I whispered.

Suddenly he was right in my face, fangs extended, hands gripping my shoulders and pushing me against the couch so I couldn't even so much as wiggle. His long-ish blond hair brushed against the sides of my face as he stared directly into my eyes.

"If I find out that you are lying to me, human, you will not like the consequences."

"I swear I don't know!" I squeaked out, quivering under his harsh gaze.

The blond vampire seemed to consider my words and tone before slowly taking his hands off of my shoulders, but not moving an inch. In fact, he moved closer to my neck, and I heard him inhale deeply.

"Mmmm, you smell intoxicating, like lavender, vanilla… and sunlight." I felt his breath on my neck and bit my lip as he gently ran his fangs along my skin. One of his hands gently brushed through my platinum blond hair, from the roots all the way down to the red and purple tips.

I sat completely still, until a few moments later he leaned away from me - hesitantly, as if he was forcing himself to do so - and retracted his fangs with a soft 'click', looking at me more intensely than he had before, if that was even possible.

"Are you sure that you are nothing more than a human?" He queried.

"Positive," I replied. I was still put off and confused at his behavior, but I said nothing, seeing as he could turn from laughing to willing to kill in the matter of a second.

I watched as he stood up and ran a hand through his golden blond hair, a thoughtful look on his face.

Just then, the door opened and in walked the blond female vampire that had let me in barely twenty minutes ago. I was shocked at how fast the time had flown.

She glanced at me briefly, a smile playing on her lips, before turning to the male vampire, a bored expression on her face as she spoke in another language. "Det finns en vampyr utanför de vill fråga en sak." ("There is a vampire outside that wishes to ask you something.")

The blond vampire frowned. "Jag är upptagen Pam, berätta för honom att komma i morgon." ("I am busy Pam, tell him to come tomorrow.")

"Han säger att han inte kommer att lämna tills han talar med dig." ("He says he won't leave until he speaks with you.")

He sighed. "Ge mig två minuter." ("Give me two minutes.")

I watched with rapt attention as they conversed, sitting silently on the couch. The female vampire, I guessed her name was Pam, left the room and the blond vampire turned back to me.

"I am sorry for the interruption Miss…?"

"Vera Corvonic," I said confidently. He smiled.

"Well Miss Corvonic, I have some important business to attend to at the moment, but please, I insist you come tomorrow night, so we can continue our conversation.

Nodding, I stood up from the couch and walked to the door, pausing as I grabbed the handle and glancing over my shoulder. "I never caught your name," I stated.

"Eric Northman."

Forcing a smile onto my face, I quickly exited the room and hurriedly walked through the bar. When I noticed that my drink was still there where I had left it, I gulped it down in one mouthful before placing down three dollars on the counter before turning around and leaving the bar.

I slipped past Pam and into the night, quickly entering my car and starting it up before driving at a speed much faster than was deemed safe to my mother's house, in Bon Temps.

It had been a long night, and I was ready to fall asleep standing.

Okay, so this chapter was way longer than I intended it to be, but I hope you all liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Please review and tell me what you thought of it :)